She has opened me before. She poured over all my contents, very intrigued. My stories have given her a new perspective. All seven parts of me. Just like the horcruxes inside my cover. The seven of them. One secret. One a boy who lived. A famous boy within my pages. Know to the world as the boy who lived, the chosen one, Undesirable number one, and much more.
Her face when she opened me was such a delight to see. The joy spreading through her tired face has made me hopeful. All of my seven parts have been hopeful. The first interested her, and let her into the magical world. My second brought surprise and excitement. My third brought amazement, and a new love. My fourth has brought her deception. My fifth has brought her Nargles, and Loony Lovegood. My sixth has brought her an unsure feeling. My seventh brought a war and new beginnings. And sorrow that she was done. But the world of Harry Potter was forever in her and she will always love and keep the joy with her. As she grows up and reads me again, and mentions me, and thinks about me I will bring back memories. Of the wizarding world of Harry Potter.
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